[center][img]https://image.ibb.co/nhDG3y/name.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=aaaaaa][i][b]Friday, 25th September, 1998[/b][/i][/color]
[color=aaaaaa]Raccoon General Hospital[/color][/right][hr]
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Connor's brain became awash with thoughts, outcomes, pros and cons as to what would happen if they didn't get out now. More medical supplies could be invaluable down the road, there was no idea how bad things were really going to get. Maybe the RPD could keep it contained, but if they couldn't...it wasn't worth thinking about. [color=6ecff6]"Alright. We need to be quick and quiet."[/color] Connor approached the door with Ana close behind. [color=6ecff6]"I should tell you, my only aim is to get out of the city. My ex-wife and kids are hopefully safe in Old Oak. Either way...hanging around in the city too long is not my plan."[/color] Slowly pushing the door open, Connor glanced along the corridor. The screams and the the blood continued to flow through out the hospital but the corridor was clear. Leo gestured to Ana and forcefully whispered, [color=6ecff6]"Quick!"[/color]

The pair hurried across the corridor to the other operating room without being seen by the living or the dead. It was in a much worse state than the room they had just been in. Blood coated the floor in a thick film, presumably where they hadn't had a chance to clean up post surgery. At least that is what Connor had hoped for. He allowed Ana to continue collecting supplies while staying close to the door. He kept an eye out down the corridor and for a couple of minutes there was no movement, that was until one of the undead fell through a set of double doors. Then another...and another. Soon a small horde of blood stained, pale eyed, flesh hungry monsters were making their way down the corridor to them. 

[color=6ecff6]"Ana we need to get out of here...now!"[/color] It would only be a matter of time until the undead filled the corridor.